Invisible Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

A wall.
A clock.
The sky.
The trees.
You see them. You feel them.

Love.
Hatred.
Cowardice.
Adoration.
You don’t see them. You feel them.

Around you, people move. Life goes on.
Inside you. All has stopped. Nothing is left.
You cry out but no one turns around.
You scream and no one hears a sound.

Panicked. Unsure. In need.
You try to touch people.
Feel them. Make them feel you.
Nothing.

You wave.
You hit.
You try and try.
They don’t see you.

They can’t hear you.
They’ll never hear you.
Never see you.
Never want you.

I swim.
I try and stay above water.
You laugh and smile.
It’s not you.
Why get involved.
Why go through the trouble.

Suddenly.
You watch me give up.
You lose part of yourself.
Invisible.

You run through the crowds.
I drift sleepily.
You shout for someone.
I laugh feebly.

People move but do not see.
Again you scream. You scream.
They laugh as you swim.
You push and kick.

A movie. That’s how it is.
Surreal. Not right.
A dream. You can’t wake up.
The door. The surface. The light. That person.

You can never reach.

You keep pushing.
I watch unable to help.
But you don’t see me.
I’m still invisible.

At least these people watch.
They watch you struggle.
They see you.
Feel you.

Even when you looked down.
You didn’t see me. You looked at yourself.
You refused to help yourself.
I was invisible.
But you were blind.
You were nothing.

Yet they see you.
Feel you.
They couldn’t see me.
Feel me.

I was never there.
Yet I write.
Or maybe…
No.

The sun.
The moon.
The stars.
The sky.
You see them. Want them.

A person.
Beauty inside.
An unknown.
Life.

You see them. Dispose of them.
Hate them.
Don’t understand them.
Kill them.

But in the end.
It is invisible.
Because in the end.
You still only see yourself.